Chapter 12Zenon walked into Ghurva’s room. He was supposed to be in the cockpit, but he needed to speak to someone who knew about the past. It had been hard to leave Carlo in bed. Once they’d showered, Carlo had mentioned his head hurting, and cold fear had curled around Zenon’s heart. He’d never feared anything, but the thought of having hurt Carlo further by what they had done, had him ready to punch a hole in the wall.
It hadn’t helped that there were bruises on Carlo’s hips. Zenon had held him too hard. He’d hurt him. When he got bruises, they weren’t visible since his skin was so dark. But on Carlo, there were ugly purple smears shaped like his digits.
Carlo claimed he didn’t notice them, had maintained everything Zenon had done to him had felt good, but Zenon didn’t believe him. He
